Chapter 43 The Crown Prince

Before Wen Zhiyan could even speak, Li Honghui looked at Li Youwei with a shocked expression. "Imperial Sister... actually keeps male courtesans..."

Li Youwei retorted, "Do you believe whatever Wen Zhiyan tells you? You've been to the Princess's Manor so many times, when have you ever seen a male courtesan of mine?"

Wen Zhiyan asked, "Could it be that the Prince has visited the inner courtyard of the Princess's Manor?"

Li Honghui shook his head. "I have only ever visited my Imperial Sister's front hall."

"Hahahahaha!"

Occupying Minsk for the "winter" did not mean Hitler was completely mad; thinking he could capture Moscow that very year was nothing short of a pipe dream, a reality he finally understood.

Qin Ming cradled Yoona as they walked slowly forward. Yoona hooked her arms around Qin Ming's neck, unable to help herself from smiling at his look of utter helplessness.

"Zhou Ze, is it? I've followed him, I'll go take a look too," a somewhat skeptical voice murmured.

At this moment, a detachment of about a thousand men split from the Eagle Division's formation and headed east toward Mount Dangmang.

From crossing over, figuring out the situation, to calculating the time, the entire process took a little over three minutes, and a flash of indescribable joy appeared on Guo Min's face.

There were still countless matters swirling in his mind, and though he had originally intended to write a few reports, the moment he arrived home he could no longer summon any energy. He took a shower and collapsed straight into bed.

That was true indeed. Wang Qiying cared about her pride more than anything else, striving to be the best at everything, and never lost her composure in public. Having been drenched in water by Liu'er, she naturally had to rush back without stopping to clean herself up.

Looking at her older brother's family sitting on the bed, her eyes involuntarily reddened. At that exact moment, the phone resting on the nightstand vibrated frantically. With no other choice, Second Aunt Bai had to sniffle, toss the shattered ceramic pieces into the bathroom trash can, and walk over to pick up the phone.

This score was not enough to make one despair in a baseball game, though the probability of a comeback was admittedly very slim.

The evening air at Sungkyunkwan University carried a faint chill. Early autumn had arrived, and the cool evening breeze was deeply refreshing.

The battle inside the canyon had raged for a long time, and both sides suffered heavy casualties. Now, the canyon was flowing with rivers of blood, reeking with a pungent stench.

Similarly, Wei Xuanwei, who was throwing a punch toward Tim's fist, wore a full smile on his face. Tim felt a jolt of alarm, fearing that Wei Xuanwei might be holding a key or something in his grip. He hurriedly pulled back his punch to evade, but when he looked closely and saw nothing between the gaps of Wei Xuanwei's knuckles, he quickly raised his hand to deliver another blow. This time, Wei Xuanwei met the attack by throwing his punch forward once again.

In the gloomy and chilling grand hall, a dozen soldiers rolled out their sleeping mats, lying on their sides to rest around the campfire. All of their rifle safeties remained off; under Li Chengbin's strict orders, the soldiers did not dare to lower their guard against this unknown enemy!

Mo Qianxia kept reflecting in the kitchen on Liu Xiaoyan's previous remark. She always felt that Liu Xiaoyan was talking about her, and the more she thought about it, the stranger the matter seemed. Shortly after she appeared near Lin Mohai's home, she immediately spotted a taxi drifting past her location.

"Oh, we're already quite familiar with each other, no need to be so polite." Tong Guoguai did not know which room Yun Ze had gone to, but figuring that she had stayed in the master bedroom last time, he would surely leave the guest room for her this time.

"A shooting star! Make a wish quickly!" a meddlesome fellow nicknamed Big-Head Bin simply squinted his eyes and began to pray. The other soldiers wore varying expressions, but all were stunned by this extraordinary celestial phenomenon.

"They are already My slaves. Even if I ordered them to die, they would not dare utter a single word of dissent," Di Xin said coldly, forcibly suppressing the annoyance surging in his heart.

Hearing of this, Ji Fa merely offered a faint, indifferent smile and continued doing what he had to do. His mind was no longer easily swayed by such remarks; they were like a gentle breeze passing his ears, leaving not the slightest ripple behind.

Lin Mohai walked over to Mo Qianxia, the aura of danger emanating from his entire body making Zhao Wei and the fat fellow too terrified to even draw a full breath.

"Godmother, I'm going out shortly. I'll have Xinyi keep you company and chat with you," Gu Yi said while eating. Shen Xinyi looked up at Gu Yi for a moment. Gu Yi was eating a steamed bun with pickles. There wasn't any extravagant food at the Old Guo family home in the morning—just plain buns and porridge, quite light, but watching Gu Yi eat actually made Shen Xinyi feel a bit hungry.